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The can of spray paint clattered against the concrete, clinking merrily until it rolled up against the curb. The young woman drifted back and admired her work, a large upturned middle finger with a letter on each knuckle spelling out "Beat", her moniker. She considered it a vast improvement over the sloppily done crossbones with the word "Skuls" scribbled under it in uneven splotches. She began to reach into her duffel when the sound of a panicked shout cut through her headphones. Slipping them to the side she waved her hand toward her ear, drawing the noise in, and sighed. More gangs, more Skulls, more trouble. "Time to rock," she muttered to herself as a grin split her lips and her blades clacked against the street, the sound far louder than it should be and growing... | The can of spray paint clattered against the concrete, clinking merrily until it rolled up against the curb. The young woman drifted back and admired her work, a large upturned middle finger with a letter on each knuckle spelling out "Beat", her moniker. She considered it a vast improvement over the sloppily done crossbones with the word "Skuls" scribbled under it in uneven splotches. She began to reach into her duffel when the sound of a panicked shout cut through her headphones. Slipping them to the side she waved her hand toward her ear, drawing the noise in, and sighed. More gangs, more Skulls, more trouble. "Time to rock," she muttered to herself as a grin split her lips and her blades clacked against the street, the sound far louder than it should be and growing... |
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The can of spray paint clattered against the concrete, clinking merrily until it rolled up against the curb. The young woman drifted back and admired her work, a large upturned middle finger with a letter on each knuckle spelling out "Beat", her moniker. She considered it a vast improvement over the sloppily done crossbones with the word "Skuls" scribbled under it in uneven splotches. She began to reach into her duffel when the sound of a panicked shout cut through her headphones. Slipping them to the side she waved her hand toward her ear, drawing the noise in, and sighed. More gangs, more Skulls, more trouble. "Time to rock," she muttered to herself as a grin split her lips and her blades clacked against the street, the sound far louder than it should be and growing...